It used to be that if you were obscure you had to be able to handle the truth and if you were famous

In the cyber proxy war of all agai… We are all fighting each other So that none of us have to fight Our own worst inclinations

When my dog gives me that knowing… I don’t know what she knows I only know that she knows Who I’m fooling And it isn’t her

Hunting on your own might make you a lone wolf but thinking for yourself makes you a lone ant

There is no mind There is no body There is thinking and there is fee… And I know all too well How you feel

Self-flattery will get you everywhere but there’s nowhere left to go

If a computer could speak we could not understand it

In person we can struggle for equality Online we’ve already achieved

Gracious me! Now that college Has become a finishing school There are no starter homes

I’ve been racking my brains for the perfect response to accusations of perfectionism only to land at a conundrum: a confession of false modesty is

Your search for a vein is now done in vain under the soft tyranny of wireless narcotics in whose touchless embrace

The devolution to a permanent ruling class of the progressive educated elite will not be televised Because the elite cut their cords

How much Are you willing to sacrifice For what You cannot have

Like Ikea fur– niture, I am difficult to put together

Caught between a rock and a hard p… we will sink or swim: Sink like a rock or swim in a hard place– the opposite of walking on water–